Starting right off with a candle . . .
This one looked like a mushroom as it started to burn down, much to my amusement.
I spent much of Thursday driving. I was already planning on going to a basketball game, but then the meat processor called to tell us we could pick up our beef. This was not on the way to the game, at all, but rather directly to the east of the game.
Our house is sort of the point of a triangle between the two towns I was going to, so I went first to the northeast to pick up the beef.
Over 100 miles of this . . .
To pick up this. I covered it with two sleeping bags to keep it frozen for the next six hours until I got home.
Then another 90 miles of this, due west.
And then about 60 more miles of driving after the game, but it was dark and I didn't take a picture.
I drove around 300 miles this day and never went through a town bigger than 3,000 people. The American West really does have some very empty places.
It's been warm the past few days, and I didn't even start the woodstove yesterday. It was nice to have a break from the mess.
Constantly sweeping up bark under the wood holder in the dining room.
And ashes from cleaning out the stove every couple of days.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
2 comments:
Are the meat packages in usable pieces, or did you divide up once you brought it home?
Love that blue sky!
It's all cut/ground and neatly wrapped according to my cutting instructions. Which is the best part about using an actual butcher, rather than doing it ourselves.
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